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𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: boston era! joel x f!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3.1k

𝒂/𝒏: Kept Woman blew up in a way I wasn’t expecting so here’s part two, sorry it took so long. Also there’s some Tess-bashing in this, I’m not a Tess hater I actually really like her (if you’ve read light then you know). ~ no beta, we die like men - minors do not interact.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ ~ sex work, blowjobs, unprotected sex (wrap it kids), dirty talk, manhandling, choking, some slapping (just the once), possessive!joel, degrading language (whore), idk i think that's everything

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Joel wants to know more about your previous clients, it's a possessive thing.

⇠ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

That thing you didn’t want; Tess knocking at your door, mouth set in a scowl, asking questions.

That happens.

“A little birdy told me you’ve stopped workin’” She remarks as she paces your apartment, fingers trailing along your bookcase, dancing over the wooden jewellery box, the one that’s stuffed full of the ration cards from Joel and the spare pills he’d pushed under your door.

The pills. You’d expected to wait a day or two for Joel to drop them by but they’d been there when you woke up the next morning, a torn book page folded into an envelope containing four pills, the instruction to take two scribbled inside. You hadn’t questioned it, Joel was a man of many connections, could get pretty much anything anyone wanted. But the pills, they weren’t his, they were hers. And she’d clearly noticed some were missing.

“He’s a good fuck, isn’t he?” she tries the lid of the box, locked. It wouldn’t take much for her to break it open, you both know that. But she doesn’t need to, the implication is enough.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you act confused, it’s worth a shot.

“Don’t play dumb with me” she scolds “I know those pills were for you and I know it was him. See whoring is a smart woman's game but Joel, he can convince you to do stupid things with the right words” She’s not wrong; the right words, his cock hitting just the right way, you’d walk through fire if he told you to.

“I did what I was paid for. If you have an issue with that maybe you should take it up with him Tess” You tread carefully, you don’t want to get into their business.

“Just be careful, he’ll break your heart baby” She coos as the door slams shut behind her.

So, you assume, that’s what accounts for the second time you find Joel knocking at your door.

“Come to check on me?” you ask as you half open the door.

Joel just hums, arm resting on the doorframe, crowding your space. He slips past you when you open the door further and step back.

“You wear this for your other clients?” he asks, pinging the thin strap of your nightdress on your shoulder as he goes.

“I don’t have any other clients” your answer is deliberately evasive but you want him to know you’ve done what he asked.

“Hmm, that doesn’t answer my question” he turns to face you, a stack of ration cards landing on the table, thinner than last time but much more than you would’ve made in the time since his last visit.

“No” you admit, then you decide to join Joel in his game “they usually prefer me naked. If I remember correctly you prefer me naked as well”

“Such a mouth on you” he takes a dining chair this time, aged wood creaking with his weight “Lets see what that mouth can do huh?”

His eyes flick to the floor between his spread thighs and you know the drill. You drop to your knees, shuffling the last few inches until you’re comfortably between his legs. It’s not comfortable at all actually, with the rough wooden floor scratching your knees and you know you’ll have scrapes and bruises tomorrow.

“Don’t you look pretty on your knees?” you admire him from the floor, giving him a look you hope is seductive.

Joel doesn’t move, hands resting on his thighs, dark gaze fixed on you with interest as you look up at him, your fingers dragging up the inside of his legs. You stop when you reach his belt, silently questioning, he raises his eyebrows, jaw twitching in challenge. You work slowly, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, pulling the zip down to reveal his cock beneath the denim.

He’s only half hard when you take him in your hand, stroking him with a firm grasp. He’s thick, you’d felt the blissful ache for days after the last time, and even in this state your hand looks small around him. Brushing your thumb over his head you feel him harden under your fingers, his thighs tensing around you.

Gripping around the base you lean forward, tongue dragging from where your hand grasps him up to the tip, flicking over the head. You don’t take your eyes off his when you slip his cock between your lips, mouth tightening around him. You keep your focus on his head, tongue swirling with a soft moan as he quickly hardens and twitches in your mouth.

“Stop playing games, this ain’t what I'm paying you for” he grits out, hand fisting into your hair, pushing you down his length. It’s harsh but you take it in your stride, hollowing your cheeks and sucking, bobbing your head slowly.

His hand remains in your hair, encouraging you to take more until he hits the back of your mouth. Joel lets out a groan when he feels the resistance, hand tightening in your hair as he forces himself past the barrier, thick tip sinking into your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, tha’s it, take it” Joel hisses

His hips jerk, forcing another inch into your aching throat causing you to choke around him. He keeps you there, both hands now tangled in your hair, thick cock blocking your airway as you breathe deeply through your nose. Your eyes are watering, tears spilling down your cheeks and you’re dribbling down the length of him that you can’t take. Your throat protests, gagging around the intrusion and you swallow to ease the discomfort.

Joel pulls you off him, cock spasming as if trying to find the wet heat of your mouth again

“Now where'd you learn how to do that?” he asks, tilting his head

“From being a whore” you pant, desperately trying to catch your breath, tears still flowing freely down your face.

Joel laughs, “Must’ve been the best damn whore around”

“You thought so” you shoot back, taking his leaking cock back into your mouth, swollen lips taking him all the way to the hilt. His groan when you do is deep and loud, echoing off the walls of your apartment.

He doesn’t push this time, lets you take the lead with slow bobs of your head, hand working the lower half of his cock, wet with your drool. Your eyes roll in your head relishing the feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth, neglected pussy clenching around nothing. The taste of salt leaks onto your tongue, and you pull up to lap at the beads of precum pooling at his tip.

Before he can protest you take him again, your jaw aches from his size but you like it especially when Joel gasps, it’s almost a whine, and your eyes flick to his, the tops of his ears turning pink. You moan around him, noise vibrating your mouth and his hips buck, chin dropping to his chest, jaw falling open and a hand tightening in your hair.

The hand in your hair pulls your mouth off him and he drags you to your feet as he stands, it’s rougher than you think he meant, his grip loosening when he sees you wince. Your legs tingle as the blood returns to them and you think they might give out beneath you. It’s a non issue though when Joel pushes your body against the table, helping you climb on with a firm grip around your arm.

His jeans pool round his ankles, buckle clanging against the floor as he pulls your legs apart and steps between them, pushing the hem of your nightie up your thighs, revealing your bare cunt to him “No panties?” He questions darkly.

“You stole my nice pair” you remind him. Like he’d forgotten. Like he hadn’t wrapped them around his cock as he fucked his fist thinking about you.

His cock smears sticky fluid on your inner thigh when he pulls your hips to the edge of the table, hooking his arm under your knee, hand braced on the table next to your hip. His other hand fists his cock, notching at the entrance of your cunt.

“Joel, c’mon fuck please” you beg, desperate to feel him, get some relief, rocking your hips down to let him know just how much you want him.

“So pretty when you beg” he utters, nose nudging at your jaw as his teeth scrape at your neck and jaw. “Did you beg the others like this?”

His question throws you slightly but you respond honestly “Sometimes. Never-” he pushes the tip of his cock into your pussy and your eyes drop closed heavily “Oh fuck, never meant it though”

Joel groans at your answer, “Fuckin’ soaked baby” he grits out when there’s no resistance and he sinks into you, inch by inch. You take all of him, thick tip reaching so deep inside your legs shake, the stretch of his cock is even better than last time, the way he fills you is glorious.

When your arm propping you up gives out and you fall back flat on the table Joel takes the opportunity to pull your leg tight against his chest, ankle hooked over his shoulder, spreading you open even further, allowing him even deeper. The swell of your breasts threaten to spill out over the top of your nightdress as your fingers tighten around the edge of the table above your head.

Joel starts moving, slow deep strokes that leave you breathless and desperate. Your back arches from the table when he pulls out and rests his leaking tip at your entrance. The sound he pulls from you when he pushes back in is sinful, grinding himself deep until you’re moaning and blindly reaching out to clutch at his bicep.

“Fuck, Jo-el, too much” you whine out, his cock buried so deep you’re sure you can feel it in your stomach.

"No darlin’, no y’gonna take it, you were just begging for it" He coos, punishing you with another sharp thrust, except this time it’s a reward, an eye rolling, thigh shaking, back arching reward.

“Oh my- fuck, oh my god Joel” you moan, walls already fluttering around him.

When he finally starts moving, snapping his hips back and forth with practised ease you go slack. A too sharp thrust hurts and you claw at the table, trying to drag yourself away from the intrusion but Joel doesn’t let you, his grip tightening around your thighs, one held against his chest, the other pinned to the table. You writhe beneath him, it’s all too much and not enough at the same time, every slam of his hips pushing him up against that spot inside of you. There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure and Joel has you riding it, thick cock abusing your pussy as you squirm restlessly beneath his attentions.

“Shit, anyone else fuck you this good?” He already knows the answer but he wants to hear you say it, he wants to hear how good he makes you feel.

“No, no, just you” you whimper with a shake of your head “so good, so fucking good” his thrusts have the table legs squeaking against the floor.

“Yeah, I’ll treat you good” he groans, teeth grazing your ankle as he fucks himself into you.

“Yeah” you breathe in agreement. You know he will, he is, and you can’t decide if it’s foolish to fall into something that’s clearly becoming more complicated the longer he spends inside you.

“Any of those other guys make you come darlin’?” His questions are so possessive, he wants to know, he wants you to tell him he’s the best you’ve ever had and you will because fuck, he is the best you’ve ever had.

While you’re trying to think, racking your brains, running through the months of clients, Joel doesn’t stop thrusting, making it entirely too hard to focus on giving him an answer. A firm slap to your cheek snaps you out of your thoughts as your eyes fly open to meet Joel’s dark stare. If you could get away with it, you’d lie and say you hated it, that the contact of his palm with your skin wasn’t electrifying, that your cunt doesn’t tighten and a gasp doesn’t get caught in your throat.

Except you can’t lie, you can’t deny it because it is electrifying and your pussy does clench and your breath catches brokenly. And Joel knows, his eyes flash and his lips pull into a smirk, hand wrapping gently around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly, just enough to keep you focused.

“Asked you a question darlin’, any of them make you come like I do?” You immediately shake your head, not wanting to find out what happens if you ignore him for a second time.

Joel continues to drive his cock into you like it’s the only thing he knows, hips flush with yours with every thrust, filling you with a satisfying ache. You can feel the tendrils of your orgasm creeping over you, blooming from that sweet spot he hits every time he fucks into you.

“Tha’s right,” he purrs. “‘Cause you’re mine, an’ you’re gonna come f’me.” it’s not a question, it’s a command.

“Yes, yes fuck I’m gonna come” You cry out, body seizing as the edge of your orgasm comes into grasp.

Your cunt tightens around him, burning with how he fucks you into it, it’s torture and bliss combined. His hand around your throat tightens quickly, and you immediately start to feel dizzy, you know he could kill you if he wanted to but here, like this, with his cock pounding into you and your orgasm wracking your body, you’d die happy. When his grip loosens and the blood and oxygen return to your brain you finally shatter, legs shaking, nails clawing at his hand still around your throat. You choke out his name as your walls clench around him, unable to hear his mumbles of praise over the sound of your own heartbeat hammering inside your chest.

You come back to earth to the sound of his hips slapping against your thighs and a wet squelch each time you take him, slick with your release.

“Again” he commands with a hiss. “Gimme another one”

“Joel no, I can’t-” you whine, thrashing uselessly against his grip.

“I said again whore” And there it is, the word that has you throbbing around him, that has your head thrown back and your fingers scratching the table “Tha’s it, gonna do as I say and come round my cock again like the whore you are”

God it’s disgusting. It’s degrading and it’s fucked up but you fucking love it. As long as Joel keeps wanting you like this, keeps fucking you like this, you’ll be whatever he wants.

He helps you over the edge this time, sucking one thumb into his mouth before bringing it down to your clit, quick sweeps, up and down, coaxing your second climax far too easily.

You can't do anything but whimper pathetically as you come undone again, content to let it wash over you. Your release comes in waves, as soon as you think it's over another crashes into you, dragging you under until your mind is completely numb to anything but your pleasure. Tears dampen the hair at the side of your head when it becomes too much but Joel doesn’t let up even a bit, harsh thrusts pushing you into each wave, holding you underwater until you feel like you’re fighting for each breath.

“God damn- baby” he groans and the sound of his voice makes you keen, mewling and writhing beneath him as the waves finally subside, turning into gentle ripples of pleasure.

Exhausted, you slump against the table, leg falling from his shoulder he catches your knee, pushing it up against your chest as he falls forward, covering your body with his. Your oversensitive walls try desperately to accommodate him at the new angle and it feels good, too good. The feel of him, his weight, his warmth, it’s intimate, just like last time. But this time he doesn’t pull away, keeps his hand around your throat and his mouth sucking at your jaw. His lips drag across the skin of your cheek, the one that still stings from his earlier treatment, as if in apology, hot breath soothing like a kiss.

Oh, what you’d give to kiss him, to feel his lips on yours and his tongue working into your mouth. And god his tongue, what would his tongue feel like in other places, lapping at your clit and fucking your leaking cunt. The thought is almost, almost, enough to spark another wave of arousal but you’re content to just feel him, more than satisfied with the two orgasms he’s pulled from you.

The pace of his hips becomes shorter, faster, you can tell he’s about to come when his thrusts become erratic, you can feel the throb of his cock as he barrels towards his own release, a whispered “Fuck, gonna-” against your ear.

Joel pulls out at the very last second, like he can’t decide where he wants to finish. He groans loudly as he comes, the sound echoing in your little apartment, he doesn’t even touch himself, doesn’t wrap his hand around his cock and finish himself off, his thick cock pulsing between you, spurting ropes of cum over your belly and chest, staining the black fabric with streaks of pearly white.

“Mine” he growls, “All mine, just… jus- for me.”

He rides it out with languid rolls of his hips, rutting against your cunt until he slows to a stop with a shudder and a final groan. It’s unexpectedly arousing, watching him come, marking you as his. Laying beneath him with his come splattered all over you and bruises smattering your skin from his fingertips and teeth, there's nowhere else you’d rather be.

Joel swipes his fingers through the mess he’s made over you before bringing his fingers to your mouth, slipping his cum-covered digits between your lips. You moan as you allow him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his fingers, ensuring they’re completely clean before you release them with a pop.

“So good, good girl” You expect him to pull back, shove his softening length back into his jeans and leave but he slumps heavily over you, uncaring that his release is smearing on the fabric of his shirt. The hand around your throat traces soothing circles into the skin while Joel continues to murmur in your ear. “My girl, my whore”

Eventually, Joel does pull away and you’re suddenly cold without his body pressed into yours, despite knowing better, you miss him, the feel of him at least. He helps you sit up, surprising you, and you think himself, when he brushes his fingers across the marks along your jaw, the tender action making your stomach twist.

With a dark smirk his fingers tighten, coaxing your eyes up to look at him, “Mine”